I’m too personal. I shouldn’t write about others the way I do. I say stuff lightly that others can’t lift. I wish I didn’t link to Beth in my post last week. I’ve regretted it ever since. I was being light (and I felt light – I loved Beth’s post, which is why I linked…
Archives for August 2011
Scratchy
Myrtle and Eunice described them as ‘scratchy’ days. The ones where from the minute you wake up, life is difficult. Everything is noisy. Nothing goes to plan. You bump and claw and drag yourself though the entire day. The children don’t help. On scratchy days the children are diabolical. The whinging alone is like fingers…
This week I’m grateful for… play dates
Unsurprisingly, a couple of people unfollowed me after yesterday’s post. I’m not supposed to know that, am I? I’m not even supposed to care, right? Okay… moving right along…This week I’m grateful for…169. Play dates – I do love shuffling mine off to someone else, but I especially love having the players at our place. The privilege of…
** FOLLOWS BACK!!! **
I don’t know about you, but seeing **FOLLOWS BACK** just makes me wince. If you’re a faithful oldie around Maxabella loves… (and by that I mean you’ve been visiting me long enough to have become bored with my sidebar long ago) you probably didn’t notice that a little while ago I took the ‘Google Friend’ count…
Making me laugh
It is a truth universally believed by me that the ability to laugh at yourself is the best ability there is. Life is funny and we are the funniest things in it. I get a right good crack up out of my own stupidity, gaffes or seeming inability to spell SpHinx on a daily basis. It seems science…
Mysterious bullies
Like most parents, I spend a good deal of time worrying about bullying. Worried that my Tsunamis may one day fall victim to a group of bullies, yes. But perhaps even more concerned that one day they might take it on themselves to become one. I know in my heart of hearts that my sweet…
Too hot, too cold
I was out at the pub the other night and they had the heater inside cranked up to 40 degrees and a fire going. Man, it was stifling in there. A couple of us elected to take our chances in the garden. Outside it was freezing, despite the outdoor heaters and the warmth from a hundred…
Everybody’s doing it
Everybody’s writing about the sex they are not having thanks to this young(enough) lady. Suddenly the blogs are alive with the sound of women lamenting their inability to have sex with their husbands after children. ZzzzZRrrrrip! That SO didn’t come out right. I meant ‘have sex with their husbands since having children’… oh, you know…
This week I’m grateful for… ribbons
Cappers Kazoo finally consented to a hair cut a week or so ago. About half her hair got lopped off and it’s changed my life. Time in the morning that I used to spend hair wrangling I now spend making intricate works of art out of clay and wire. Well, not really, but I no…
What would Karl Pilkington do?
Writing about travel and the Spinx Effect the other night put Karl Pilkington back in my head. And now I can’t get him out. Every now and then you watch a show on television that stays with you. LOML and I nearly choked laughing at An Idiot Abroad on SBS a little while back. For…